I know what I’m doing, they want to fuck me and looking at them I want to be fucked. We eat some nibbles, drink some Champagne and all the time my p...ssy is getting wetter.The guys slip off their jackets and remove their ties and I cheekily comment on how it’s unfair that I don’t get to relax. They say in unison, ‘be our guest’ and I kick off my shoes. ‘That it?’ says Greg and invites me to get more comfy. I stand up and slip out of my dress, watching the appreciation on their faces as they see. Lot of good that did me because it almost cost me my marriage. We spent hours talking until I finally confessed my sins. For weeks afterwards I walked on egg shells doing everything I could think of to convince my wife I was being up front and honest. I even went so far as to unlock my password so she could have access to my screen name.We started to rebuild our marriage and her trust in me. Both of us began to open up more and talk about what led up to my becoming such a complete ass. The word. Hard spurts rocket out into her cupped palm. Sabina coos in his ear, still pumping her hips. The load quickly overfills her hand and the last spurts top off the pool of cum and trickles to escape by dripping onto the floor. Euphoric shudders run through Curtis. The tail end of his orgasm provides one last wave of ecstasy. The hand holding his tie yanks his head back to meet the other hand, cum now trickling sluggishly down her wrist. A small, creamy puddle rests in her palm.“Clean me off,” she. With that, I went to bed.----I was lying in a bed that I knew wasn't my own as I roused. I heard afamiliar voice from distant past, one that is mildly Spanish accented."Good morning, beautiful," it said. "Don't be upset, but somethinghappened that only one of us may be happy about."I opened my eyes and as they came into focus, I saw an older version ofsomeone I knew long ago. He possesses the looks and physique of MarioLopez. I thought it was some very realistic dream. But I was awake.